Every eye was on Him for the words He had spoken
About sight for the blind and good news for the poor
That now is the time to restore all the broken
When all those imprisoned are captive no more
They were amazed at His words of wisdom and wonder
A Boy from the hometown of some they could claim
And everyone there knew His father and mother
He poured the cup into His family name
They feasted on ruin and hungered for healing
But to these poor humans no healing would come
No saviour for them and their hearts were they feeling
Isn't He only the carpenter's Son
In the streets of their city the hopelessness rages
Their limited vision could not ascertain
That the One Who walked among them was the Hope of the ages
He poured the cup into His family name
